SHAPES OF HALFMOON STepping away from color

The colors of the Caribbean never stop revolving. Moving in on themselves chasing each other. Here at HALFMOON Bay on the Atlantic side of the island the color is at times overwhelming, taking the the attention, but there are other forces at work here

They stand, waiting

There is the pure force of shape. At times fluid, at times static. The shapes standing waiting for the eye. The shapes only wait for the imagination and the willingness to drop from color into form.

Moving Shapes

Form moves, transmutes, pulled by gravity, pushed by wind never depending on stillness. These forms know only motion.

Forms grow violent and capricious

Form hitting form. The shape of kinesics is to form what light is to color. Sine Qua Non

AND THEN.......THEN THERE IS

COLOR IN ITS WILD GLORY

Color and form blend and flow to sing the symphony of life

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